So, Silence is the fix

Silence or withdrawal

Though worrisome to some

Is often the remedy to woes.

Inability to express feelings

When the mind is askew

Keeps chattery mouths at bay.

At times no words help

The plea for understanding too great

Some just can’t comprehend.

When processing pain

The level of hurt is hard to relay

A select few will get it.

The ones to cleave to

Those giving unwavering support

Loved ones in it for life.

All others remains outside

Forevermore the circle shrinks

No one else can penetrate.

Silence being the fix

That only the pained feel

Suprisingly brings harmony.

There is power in not saying

A peace in keeping mum

A depth in quiet brooding.

And a kinship in just being

Leaning into a shoulder

Judgment tossed to the wind.

Acceptance in its greatest form

Knowing love endures

Even in stillness and all of its complexity.

~simply

Dee
© February 24th 2020

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